The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

Marekramy Research & Consulting.

The battle between Sigmund and Luda didn't last long. The real confrontation between the two sides didn't even take a minute, so when Sigmon arrived at the consulting firm, it wasn't quite dark yet.

He stood on the corner not far across the street, looking at the building that belonged to the Demon Hunter headquarters.

"Solved?" Sigmund muttered to himself.

"You guessed it right, that Luda does have a guy who is good at hiding and tracking."

Ashley's voice came from out of nowhere.

"Aren't you hurt again?" Sigmund asked casually.

"I am professional in this kind of work."

Ok.

Sigmund nodded, "I'll be safe after I go in there, and you go back quickly, be careful on the road."

There was no response to his words, and just when Sigmon thought the female assassin had quietly left, a voice of appreciation came from the darkness.

"You performed very well today."

"It could even be said to be great!"

Sigmon glanced around for a week and couldn't find the figure of the female assassin. He took a deep breath, and his extraordinary ability activated a lot of breath.

But even so, after careful identification, Sigmund found nothing. After learning about Sigmon's extraordinary abilities, Ashley made adjustments almost instinctively.

"Thank you for your compliment, but the occasion is not right." Sigmund smiled and joked to himself.

The next second.

"What occasion?" Ashley's voice sounded again.

Sigmund fled.

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On the other side, Gildo swung the whip, never letting Bennett's carriage out of his sight from beginning to end. Until the carriage drove into a manor built in the middle of the mountain.

The neighborhood around Elm Street is already considered a relatively prosperous place in Liam City. To be able to have an independent manor not far from there is not something that can be done with money alone.

The advancement of science and technology has brought about the rapid expansion of wealth. Many industrial tycoons and bankers have wealth in their names that far exceeds that of many established aristocrats.

But even so, the center of power in this world has not shifted, and it remains in the hands of a small group of people.

More wealth, more power. In the process of industry, conflicts inevitably broke out between old and new forces.

However, the current contradictions have not been stimulated to the limit.

Gildo parked the carriage, and Captain Marek stepped down from it.

"Almost all the high-ranking people in Liam City are gathered here, right?" The Demon Hunter looked around with surprise.

"Who is the organizer of the banquet?" Except for the mayor of Liam City, Wallace Brinsley, he could not think of anyone else with such influence.

"A lady from the capital, Mrs. Gallard, whose family is noble and influential, even our Mr. Mayor was once just an ordinary student of his husband."

"If it wasn't for the fact that her husband died too early, we wouldn't be qualified to be here with Mrs. Gallard's influence."

At the same time, Mrs. Galar, whom the Marek duo called, was receiving a special guest alone in the upstairs room.

"Rebecca..." Mrs. Gallard looked at the female lawyer hesitantly, "Did you bring the master's work?"

No wonder she was suspicious. According to her knowledge, many talented people tend to be eccentric, especially some perfumers.

In addition, the birth of every perfume is almost equivalent to a work of art, which often takes a long time and rare inspiration from a master.

A long-lasting perfume is something that can be met but not sought after. A special customization like this is a rare blessing in a lifetime for any lady.

"Uh... my friend, Sigmund, has a very good relationship with the perfume master, and explained your requirements in detail... and the master happened to be inspired, so he completed this piece so quickly. work."

Rebecca took out a plain bottle.

To be honest, compared to the possible value of this perfume, the bottle it holds is a bit too ordinary.

It's not that the female lawyer didn't think about extra packaging.

But in order to avoid unnecessary waste in the perfume transfer process, she gave up the idea.

At this time, Mrs. Gallard was a little skeptical.

As far as she knows, although some masters are often eccentric, they are very concerned about each of their works. The bottles that hold these works of art, if not lavish, need to be specially designed.

But this time in Rebecca's hands...

Wouldn't this come from a shop in Cross Street?

Thinking of this, her expectations for the perfume in Rebecca's hands immediately dropped a lot. Even with that, the look in Rebecca's eyes contained a little weirdness.

"Did you make preparations in a hurry because you heard about this banquet to please me?"

To be honest, the conversation and the delightful lunch that morning gave her a great impression of the girl who was full of dreams and worked hard. In Rebecca, she even saw a little shadow of herself when she was young.

Even without the perfume, she is willing to help such a girl.

In fact, she is also willing to wait for a certain amount of time for the perfume.

With her status, she can get in touch with some perfume masters who are spiritual and even well-known in the upper class.

Mrs. Gallard has no shortage of similar channels. In the capital, she herself has a long-term partnership with a perfumer.

If it weren't for the accidental loss of the perfume she was carrying during the bumpy journey. Nor is she here to temporarily seek the help of a local perfumer.

As for the request to Rebecca, it was just a pleasure to see. She thinks that no woman can refuse a perfume that is tailor-made for herself.

And it's not part of her deal with Rebecca~www.novelmt.com~ So if Rebecca chooses a fragrance just to please her, it's already an act in Mrs. Gallard's eyes. kind of deception.

This series of thoughts flashed through Mrs. Gallard's mind, but she didn't show much on the surface, just took the perfume bottle.

Labeled on the bottle are two oddly handwritten symbols.

"What's this?"

"The special mark of a perfumer?"

"Sigmon said... Well, he heard the perfume master say that this is an ancient word. After you experience this perfume, I won't be too late to say what it means."

Rebecca naughty sold out.

"Ok."

Mrs. Gallard nodded, but at this moment, the housekeeper came quickly, "Madam, Mr. Brinsley and many other guests have already arrived, you see..."

As the owner of the manor, Mrs. Galar did not show up for a long time. No matter what, it was a bit rude.

"Go get ready."

After giving a casual order, Mrs. Gallard took advantage of the situation and grabbed the perfume bottle in her palm and stood up.

The housekeeper comes at just the right time so that she doesn't have to experiment with this so-called master perfume in the presence of Rebecca.

She admires this motivated young girl very much, but this is just right, and the experience after the fact avoids the embarrassment of exposing it on the spot.

In this way, she can more gently let the girl understand that overly utilitarian attempts should not be made.

But at this moment, Mrs. Gallard felt her wrist tighten.

"Madam, give it a try, it only takes a minute, and you can be the focus of this banquet!"

Rebecca looked expectant.

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